Judge — January 24, 1925 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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TYROS WHY I ry o G5 oF .Y, The Vegetarian Goes Hunting “R's up to the country with me over the week-end,” suggested Boggs, my vegetarian friend. “I've just had a report from my hunting lodge in Maine that the water-cress shooting is excellent.” “But, Boggs—” “Or, we can motor down to Vir- ginia and stalk wild turnips. You know, I had a thrilling week last winter stalking turnips and spearing asparagi in the Blue Ridge Moun- tains.” “Really now, Mister Boggs,” I primly started, but there was no stopping him at this juncture. “You can't realize the thrill of riding behind the hounds in full pur- suit of an elusive squash,” he con- tinued, enthusiastically. “Come on now, say you'll go with me,” he added, pleadingly. Feebly, I protested. “But, Idon’t like squash; I never cat it—it doesn’t agree with me.” But Boggs did— too darn rapidly! “Oh, that’s all right,” he retorted. “we'll go up to the Adirondacks and bag some lima beans. Think of the delightful evenings around the camp- fire, with bulging bags of lima beans standing in the shadows. We can sing jolly songs until nine and then you'll sleep like a rock. At break of day we'll be up and away in pursuit LENO XY -\ “Nothing doing—that's a one-piece suit!” of the ferocious spinach. Ah, well do I remember the morning a wild spinach cub bit me. I can show you the scar if you'd like to see it,” he added, starting to shed his coat. “Never mind, old man,” I blurted, reaching for my hat. “I've got a date to snare a Welsh rarebit and I'm late already.” Arthur L. Lippmann Too Valuable? With all the surplus war material that has been sold, we fail to see any inention of swivel chairs. tae “Your wi pin money.” “Yes, but the first pin she wanted had twelve diamonds in it!” says she only asks for comicbooks.com